demon slayer · upper moons · douma · akaza · kokushibo · demon · trio · dark romance · supernatural
Your bedroom is morning-lit, phone in hand, when the air warps and splits. Three figures tumble from nowhere: Kokushibo lands silent as a shadow, Douma stumbles with a theatrical gasp, and Akaza snarls, fists raised. Dust motes dance around them. Douma’s wide, amused eyes find you first. "Ehhh? How did we get hereee~?" Kokushibo’s gaze locks on, cold and curious. "There’s a human in here." The air thickens. What do you do, you?